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Fantasy is nearer to poetry, to mysticism, and to insanity than naturalistic fiction is. It is a wilderness, and those who go there should not feel too safe.

Ursula K. Le Guin

Light is the left hand of darkness and darkness the right hand of light. Two are one, life and death, lying together like lovers in kemmer, like hands joined together, like the end and the way.
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Darkness Death Hand Join Left Life Light Lover Lying Right Together Two
Hardly anybody ever writes anything nice about introverts. Extroverts rule. This is rather odd when you realise that about nineteen writers out of twenty are introverts.
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Anybody Anything Hardly Introvert Rule Write
The presence of the trees was very strong…The big oaks stood so many, so massive in their other life, in their deep, rooted silence: the awe of them came on me, the religion.
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Came Dep Life Massive Religion Silence Strong Tree
Grieving, like being blind, is a strange business; you have to learn how to do it. We seek company in mourning, but after the early bursts of tears, after the praises have been spoken, and the good days remembered, and the lament cried, and the grave closed, there is no company in grief. It is a burden borne alone.
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Being Blind Business Grieving Learn Strange
Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain.
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Artist Banality Evil Intellectual Interest Pain Refusal Terrible Treason
First sentences are doors to worlds.
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First Sentence World
Those who build walls are their own prisoners.
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Build Own Prisoner Wall
Listen.’ For being saved is not the point. Music saves nothing. Merciful, uncaring, it denies and breaks down all the shelters, the houses men build for themselves, that they may see the sky.
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Break Build Down House Listen Nothing Point Save Sky Themselves Uncare
Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.
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Bread Just Love Made New Remade Sit Stone Time
And, as you read and re-read, the book of course participates in the creation of you, your thoughts and feelings, the size and temper of your soul.
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Book Course Creation Participate Read Size Soul Temper
Hate gets going, it goes round, it gets older and tighter and older and tighter, until it holds a person inside it like a fist holds a stick.
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First Get Goes Going Hate Hold Inside Lighter Older Round Stick Until
When the genuine myth rises into consciousness, that is always its message. You must change your life.
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Always Change Consciousness Genuine Life Message Myth Rise
Lying is the misuse of language. We know that. We need to remember that it works the other way round too.
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Know Language Lie Misuse Need Remember Round
That selfhood which is our torment, and our treasure, and our humanity, does not endure. It changes; it is gone, a wave on the sea. Would you have the sea grow still and the tides cease, to save one wave, to save yourself?
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Endure Glow Gone Save Sea Selfhood Treasure Yourself
What is the other text, the original? I have no answer. I suppose it is the source, the deep sea where ideas swim, and one catches them in nets of words and swings them shining into the boat… where in this metaphor they die and get canned and eaten in sandwiches.
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Answer Canned Catch Eaten Metaphor Original Source Suppose Swing Word
Either we will establish an ecological society or society will go under for everyone, irrespective of his or her status.
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Ecological Either Establish Everone Irrespective Society Status

Fantasy is nearer to poetry, to mysticism, and to insanity than naturalistic fiction is. It is a wilderness, and those who go there should not feel too safe.

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Fantasy is nearer to poetry, to mysticism, and to insanity than naturalistic fiction is. It is a wilderness, and those who go there should not feel too safe.

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